What Crosses My Mind

  • Listening To The Trains

    I was listening to the rain outside, a steady rhythm of a soft spring shower the whistle of a train nearby, reminded me of a man I love so dear.   I have watched him grow his entire life a boy to a young man, such happens overnight I see pictures and memories and I…

  • When A Child Believes

    A child is born into a quiet world Given a slap, a gasp begins their day, We listen with intent, a cry today Oh to hold child in hand, love we twirled.   We didn’t know about an adventure, One designed wholly in passage in rites, Sweet is innocence drawn beyond night lights Swift shadow…

  • While Sitting Alone

    The picture window, my guide to the world around me, could be a rainy day, I watch the slick survival of a city, might now sunshine cast shadows, while domesticated bird houses offer a gallery, for my child-like eyes, to always wonder why.   Soft fabric of the green sitting chair, matched the other nearby,…

  • In My Comfort Zone

    It is where I am every day, my comfort zone, I give a glimpse into the world I see, every hour of my day, until the sun does set, hues change, sky becomes a darkness outside I cannot see as readily.   Until the morning comes, then in rain or sunshine, the view the same,…

  • We Are Here, Again

    When I was a child, I remember well, the gathering of family, all indeed similar. In the early morning anticipation, a spell of wonder, love, then all arrived from afar. Conversations were readily heard inside the walls of a gathering of similar soul. The children played a sweet naive pride, allowed adults to know love,…

  • When I Was A Child

    I remember I could believe in magical things, the diamonds we cherished in wedding rings On a sunny day, I could imagine I’d see forever when rainbows appeared, I would run until never. ~ When I was a child I recall all of my scary dreams were mysterious inventions of my fears it seems. While happiness,…

  • Rage

    An internal fire Sometimes when released Makes the morning paper Elsewhere it just may not exist. Or at least We try to keep it hidden, Although for some it is a ritual Sadly, the evil is forced upon their soul Such evidence, So often directed Their bodies become immune Anticipating the next blow, Sustaining all…

  • I Remember Songs

    Riding in my car crossing freeways letting the music drive me home, I could sing out loud, imagining you with me, on the road together. I might glance your way, see you staring out the window, a smile that seemed so content, your hands resting upon levi jeans, tapping your fingers to a little Dylan.…

  • She

    When recognizing how far we have come, she is always standing welcome, When after a serious fall we need support, she is always holding court, when we couldn’t possibly talk about it, she laughs with smile at our sarcastic wit when wondering just how dark the night sky she’ll be there to help understand why.…

  • On Cloudy Afternoon

    Measure the moment we respond to that which attracts our eye skies may be cloudy beyond while we examine questions why. ~ While we examine questions why our eyes will well up in a flash a quick glance a memory we espy our soul-searching ringlet sash ~ our soul-searching ringlet sash provides a lofty circumstance one hopes may quick…